Adored by the Alpha

Chapter 19

I swallowed, to get rid of the sudden dryness in my throat. Worst-case scenarios began manifesting in my mind. "Why?"

He sighed, before muttering, so quietly that it was hard to hear, even in the silent room. "Because I had to internally scream and yell at him not to ask you to let him mark you,"

I scooted impossibly further away from him, my side pressing uncomfortably against the bedpost, a shudder passing through me.

He sighed with defeat. "Hey, Love, please don't..." he reached for me, dropping his hand before I'd even had a chance to pull away, he ran his hand through his hair again, shaking his head in despair. "I know it's a shitty excuse, but he's just... following his instincts. He wants to mark you, I mean, I do too, I really do, but I'm just better at keeping my mouth shut," he sent me a hesitant smile.

I couldn't help but smile back, raising my eyebrow. "Not really,"

"Shit..." he whispered under his breath, realizing his slip. I coughed into my hand to hide the giggle escaping me at his facial expression. He looked confused and slightly annoyed with outing himself, and I... well I felt surprisingly un-terrified. Shock.

"Go to your room, get dressed- your parents are coming over today. I'll have to talk to them, by the way, there are a few adjustments regarding the house. I'll have someone bring you your breakfast to your room... I could imagine that you'd prefer to stay one for now, and not eat breakfast.. or rather; lunch, with me." he smiled, softly. But there was sadness too. I got up from the bed and walked to the door.

I furrowed my brows at his words. "Wait, what's the time?" I automatically looked from wall to wall in the room- no clocks, not even on the nightstand. Allen looked down on the wristwatch he'd picked up from the nightstand. Huh, I hadn't noticed he wore those.

"It was 10.40-something last I checked, but that' a little while ago," he looked down on the fancy accessory. I didn't know much about that stuff. It was probably a Rolex or something. that was one of those expensive brands. "It's 11.04," he said, getting up from the bed in a hurry.

I opened the door, stepping out, closing it behind me- or, I almost did, I turned around, and opened up a bit again, poking my head in. "Oh and... Allen... I wouldn't mind having breakfast with you,"

His eyes lit up, a smile spreading on his face. "Really?" I smiled, and nodded, my eyes wrinkling at the corners as I did.

He nodded, his smile only growing wider. "I'll have the maids set the table, then,"

"Great," I closed the door behind me, furrowing my brows the next second. What the hell had I just agreed to? No, not agreed to- suggested. What the hell?

I knocked on the doorway into the kitchen, where Allen was sitting quietly at the counter, a plate with a warm omelet and some toast placed in front of his. A few inches away was another plate- this one with two peanut butter/jelly sandwiches, and what looked like scrambled eggs and bacon. That dude is trying to make me fat. "Hey," I mumbled, looking at my socks. They were white, with the word 'feminist' written in black thread on the ankles.

"Hey there, good morning, Love," he smiled, gesturing with his head for the barstool, by which my plate had been placed. I took a seat, taking a quick bite of my sandwich. When I looked back up at him, he was looking at me weird... as if he wanted me to say something.

"Good morning," I choked out, ignoring the pain as the bite I hadn't quite chewed properly went down my throat painfully slow. I coughed.

His eyes softened at my coughing, and he gently reached out to pat my back, pulling his arm away as soon as he seemed sure I had my breathing under control. He looked down at his omelet."How'd you sleep? Despite your uncomfortable waking?" he peeked at me through his eyelashes, clearly suppressing a smile. Great, he thinks I'm a joke- at least you can't say I'm not funny.